Spellbinder

Summary

The third book in L.J. Smith’s beloved Night World series is now available as a special collector’s edition!

Her name is Blaise and she’s irresistible to boys. Her dark, smoldering beauty is an invitation to jealousy and madness. And now she’s ready for the kill. Eric Ross is the perfect catch, a star athlete who wants to be a vet. But her cousin Thea, is determined to protect this particular human boy from the girl who was born to destroy men.

Blaise’s black magic is powerful. The only way Thea can fight back is to use her own white magic, to bewitch Eric herself as a bluff. But soon Thea finds herself getting too close to Eric, feeling forbidden emotions, breaking Night World laws. Falling in love. As Halloween and the Night of the Witch draw closer, can Thea save Eric—and herself—from Blaise’s vengeance?

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Spellbinder - L. J. Smith

CHAPTER 1

It was one of the scariest words a high school senior could think of, and it kept ringing in Thea Harman’s mind as her grandmother’s car approached the school building.

This, Grandma Harman said from the front passenger seat, is your last chance. You do realize that, don’t you?

As the driver pulled the car to the curb, she went on. "I don’t know why you got thrown out of the last school, and I don’t want to know. But if there’s one whiff of trouble at this school, I’m going to give up and send both of you to your Aunt Ursula’s. And you don’t want that, now, do you?"

Thea shook her head vigorously.

Aunt Ursula’s house was nicknamed the Convent, a gray fortress on a deserted mountaintop. Stone walls everywhere, an atmosphere of gloom—and Aunt Ursula watching every move with thin lips. Thea would rather die than go there.

In the backseat next to her, Thea’s cousin Blaise was shaking her head, too—but Thea knew better than to hope she was listening.

Thea herself could hardly concentrate. She felt dizzy and very untogether, as if half of her were still back in New Hampshire, in the last principal’s office. She kept seeing the look on his face that meant she and Blaise were about to be expelled—again.

But this time had been the worst. She’d never forget the way the police car outside kept flashing red and blue through the windows, or the way the smoke kept rising from the charred remains of the music wing, or the way Randy Marik cried as the police led him off to jail.

Or the way Blaise kept smiling. Triumphantly, as if it had all been a game.

Thea glanced sideways at her cousin.

Blaise looked beautiful and deadly, which wasn’t her fault. She always looked that way; it was part of having smoldering gray eyes and hair like stopped smoke. She was as different from Thea’s soft blondness as night from day and it was her beauty that kept getting them in trouble, but Thea couldn’t help loving her.

After all, they’d been raised as sisters. And the sister bond was the strongest bond there was . . . to a witch.

But we can’t get expelled again. We can’t. And I know you’re thinking right now that you can do it all over again and good old Thea will stick with you—but this time you’re wrong. This time I’ve got to stop you.

That’s all, Gran said abruptly, finishing with her instructions. Keep your noses clean until the end of October or you’ll be sorry. Now, get out. She whacked the headrest of the driver’s seat with her stick. Home, Tobias.

The driver, a college-age boy with curly hair who had the dazed and beaten expression all Grandma’s apprentices got after a few days, muttered, Yes, High Lady, and reached for the gearshift. Thea grabbed for the door handle and slid out of the car fast. Blaise was right behind her.

The ancient Lincoln Continental sped off. Thea was left standing with Blaise under the warm Nevada sun, in front of the two-story adobe building complex. Lake Mead High School.

Thea blinked once or twice, trying to kick-start her brain. Then she turned to her cousin.

Tell me, she said grimly, that you’re not going to do the same thing here.

Blaise laughed. I never do the same thing twice.

"You know what I mean."

Blaise pursed her lips and reached down to adjust the top of her boot. I think Gran overdid it a little with the lecture, don’t you? I think there’s something she’s not telling us about. I mean, what was that bit about the end of the month? She straightened, tossed back her mane of dark hair and smiled sweetly. And shouldn’t we be going to the office to get our schedules?

"Are you going to answer my question?"

Did you ask a question?

Thea shut her eyes. "Blaise, we are running out of relatives. If it happens again—well, do you want to go to the Convent?"

For the first time, Blaise’s expression darkened. Then she shrugged, sending liquid ripples down her loose ruby-colored shirt. Better hurry. We don’t want to be tardy.

You go ahead, Thea said tiredly. She watched as her cousin walked away, hips swaying in the trademark Blaise lilt.

Thea took another breath, examining the buildings with their arched doorways and pink plaster walls. She knew the drill. Another year of living with them, of walking quietly through halls knowing that she was different from everybody around her, even while she was carefully, expertly pretending to be the same.

It wasn’t hard. Humans weren’t very smart. But it took a certain amount of concentration.

She had just started toward the office herself when she heard raised voices. A little knot of students had gathered at the edge of the parking lot.

Stay away from it.

Kill it!

Thea joined the periphery of the group, being inconspicuous. But then she saw what was on the ground beyond the curb and she took three startled steps until she was looking right down at it.

Oh . . . how beautiful. Long, strong body . . . broad head . . . and a string of rapidly vibrating horny rings on the tail. They were making a noise like steam escaping, or melon seeds being shaken.

The snake was olive green, with wide diamonds down its back. The scales on the face looked shiny, almost wet. And its black tongue flickered so fast. . . .

A rock whizzed past her and hit the ground beside the snake. Dust puffed.

Not to mention that a couple of the kids might get bitten in the process.

But she didn’t have anything . . . no jasper against venom, no St. John root to soothe the mind.

It didn’t matter. She had to do something. The redheaded boy was circling with the stick like a fighter looking for an opening. The kids around him were alternately warning him and cheering him on. The snake was swelling its body, tongue-tips flickering up and down faster than Thea’s eye could follow. It was mad.

Dropping her backpack, she slipped in front of the red-haired boy. She could see his shock and she heard several people yell, but she tried to block it all out. She needed to focus.

I hope I can do this. . . .

She knelt a foot away from the rattler.

The snake fell into a striking coil. Front body raised in an S-shaped spiral, head and neck held like a poised javelin. Nothing looked so ready to lunge as a snake in this position.

The snake was inhaling and exhaling with a violent hiss. Thea breathed carefully, trying to radiate peace.

Now, who could help her? Of course, her own personal protector, the goddess closest to her heart. Eileithyia of ancient Crete, the mother of the animals.

Eileithyia, Mistress of the Beasts, please tell this critter to calm down. Help me see into its little snaky heart so I’ll know what to do.

And then it happened, the wonderful transformation that even Thea didn’t understand. Part of her became the snake. There was a strange blurring of Thea’s boundaries—she was herself, but she was also coiled on the warm ground, angry and excitable and desperate to get back to the safety of a creosote bush. She’d had eleven babies some time ago and had never quite recovered from the experience. Now she was surrounded by large, hot, fast-moving creatures.

The snake had only two rules for dealing with animals that weren’t food. 1) Shake your tail until they go away without stepping on you. 2) If they don’t go away, strike.

Thea the person kept her hands steady and tried to pound a new thought into the small reptile brain. Smell me. Taste me. I don’t smell like a human. I’m a daughter of Hellewise.

The snake’s tongue brushed her palm. Its tips were so thin and delicate that Thea could hardly feel them flicker against her skin.

But she could feel the snake drop down from maximum alert. It was relaxing, ready to retreat. In another minute it would listen when she told it to slither away.

Behind her, she heard a new disturbance in the crowd.

There’s Eric!

Hey, Eric—rattlesnake!

Block it out, Thea thought.

A new voice, distant but coming closer. Leave it alone, guys. It’s probably just a bull snake.

There was a swell of excited denial. Thea could feel her connection slipping. Stay focused. . . .

But nobody could have stayed focused during what happened next. She heard a quick footstep. A shadow fell from the east. Then she heard a gasp.

Mojave rattler!

And then something hit her, sending her flying sideways. It happened so fast that she didn’t have time to twist. She landed painfully on her arm. She lost control of the snake.

All she could see as she looked east was a scaly olive-green head driving forward so fast it was a blur. Its jaws were wide open—amazingly wide—and its fangs sank into the blue-jeaned leg of the boy who had knocked Thea out of the way.

CHAPTER 2

The crowd erupted in panic.

Everything was happening at once; Thea couldn’t sort out the different impressions. Half the people in front of her were running. The other half were yelling.

Call nine-one-one—

It got Eric—

"I told you to kill it!"

The redheaded boy was darting forward with his stick. Other kids were rushing around, looking for rocks. The group had become a mob.

The snake was rattling wildly, a terrifying sizzling sound. It was in a frenzy, ready to strike again at any moment—and there was nothing Thea could do.

Hey! The voice startled her. It came from Eric, the boy who’d been bitten. Calm down, you guys. Josh, give me that. He was talking to the redhead with the forked branch. It didn’t bite me. It just struck.

Thea stared at him. Was this guy crazy?

But people were listening to him. A girl in baggy shorts and a midriff top stopped hefting her rock.

Just let me get hold of it . . . then I can take it out into the brush where it won’t hurt anybody.

Definitely crazy. He was talking in such a matter-of-fact, reasonable way—and he was going to try to pin the snake down with that stick. Somebody had to act fast.

A flash of ruby-color caught Thea’s eye. Blaise was in the crowd, watching with pursed lips. Thea made her decision.

She dove for the snake.

It was watching the stick. Thea grabbed for its mind before grabbing its body—which kept it immobilized for the instant she needed to seize it just below the head. She hung on while its jaws gaped and its body lashed.

Grab the tail and we’ll get it out of here, she said breathlessly to Eric the crazy guy.

Eric was staring at her grip on the snake, dumbfounded. For God’s sake, don’t let go. It can twist in a second. . . .

"I know. Grab it!"

He grabbed it. Most of the crowd scattered as Thea wheeled around with the snake’s head held tightly at arm’s length. Blaise didn’t run, she just looked at the snake as if it smelled bad.

I need this, Thea whispered hastily as she passed her cousin. She snatched at Blaise’s necklace with her free hand. The fragile gold chain broke and Thea’s fingers closed around a stone.

Then she was heading out into the scrub brush, the weight of the snake dragging on her arm. She walked fast, because Eric didn’t have much time. The grounds behind the school sloped up and then downward, getting wilder and more gray-brown. When the buildings were out of sight, Thea stopped.

This is a good place, Eric said. His voice was strained.

Thea glanced back and saw that he looked pale. Brave and very, very crazy, she thought. Okay, we let go on three. She jerked her head. Throw it that way and back up fast.

He nodded and counted with her. "One . . . two . . . three."

Giving it a slight swing, they both let go. The snake flew in a graceful arc and landed near a clump of purple sage. It wriggled immediately into the brush without showing the slightest hint of gratitude. Thea felt its cool, scaly mind recede as it thought, That smell . . . that shade . . . safety.

She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Behind her, she heard Eric sit down abruptly. Well, that’s that. His own breathing was fast and irregular. Now could I ask you a favor?

He was sitting with his long legs straight out, his skin even paler than before. Perspiration beaded on his upper lip.

You know, I’m not really sure it didn’t bite me, he said.

Thea knew—and knew Eric knew—that it had. Rattlers did sometimes strike without biting, and did sometimes bite without injecting venom. But not this time. What she couldn’t believe was that any human would care enough about a snake to let a bite go untreated.

Let me see your leg, she said.

Actually, I think maybe you’d better just call the paramedics.

Please let me see. She kept her voice gentle, kneeling in front of him, reaching slowly. The way she’d approach a scared animal. He held still, letting her roll up his jeans leg.

There it was, the little double wound in the tanned skin. Not much blood. But surrounded by swelling already. Even if she ran back to the school, even if the paramedics broke every speed law, it wouldn’t be fast enough. Sure, they’d save his life, but his leg would swell up like a sausage and turn purple and he’d have days of unbelievable pain.

Except that Thea had in her hand an Isis bloodstone. A deep red carnelian engraved with a scarab, symbol of the Egyptian Queen goddess, Isis. The ancient Egyptians had put the stones at the feet of mummies; Blaise used it to heighten passion. But it was also the most powerful purifier of the blood in existence.

Eric groaned suddenly. His arm was over his eyes, and Thea knew what he must be feeling. Weakness, nausea, disorientation. She felt sorry for him, but his confusion would actually work to her advantage.

She pressed her hand to the wounds, the carnelian hidden between her tightly closed fingers. Then she started to hum under her breath, visualizing what she wanted to happen. The thing about gems was that they didn’t work on their own. They were just a means of raising psychic power, focusing it, and directing it to a certain purpose.

Find the poison, surround it, dispel it. Purify and eliminate. Then encourage the body’s natural defenses. Finally, soothe away the swelling and redness, sending the blood back where it belonged.

As she knelt there, feeling the sun on the back of her head, she suddenly realized that she’d never done this before. She’d healed animals—puppies with toad poisoning and cats with spider bites—but never a person. Funny how she’d known instinctively that she could do it. She’d almost felt that she had to do it.

She sat back on her heels, pocketing the bloodstone. How are you feeling?

Huh? He took his arm away from his eyes. "Sorry—I think I sort of blanked out there